by Nailah Weaver » Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:21 am
Oh gosh-dangit! Nailah hurries along the edge of the roof, crouched down low. Once she gets to the next roof she grabs a shingle and nervously tries to wrench it free. She looses her grip a couple times before she takes a deep breath and slows down a bit. Once she has the loose shingle she picks a window down the road, away from where Onyx is, and throws the thing like a frisbee into the window, shattering it with a loud crash.